I stared at the ceiling to regain some feeling
The days mixed with let downs and come downs and put downs
There's words and their feelings but none of them sit well
You say that you're happy when no one believes you
So I just take my time
We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place
Where we can force ourselves to know
Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow
So now I hope you'll rush to my side
A wish can't just choose to fall down by the wayside

There's bees in the attic
Acidic with panic
Bees in the attic
Acidic with panic

There's pills straws and bottles for all our bruised feelings
They mixed well in person but sting when they're leaving
So I will make up my mind
We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place
Where we can force ourselves to grow
Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow
So now I hope you'll rush to my side
We've threaded the needle and can't find a way out

There's bees in the attic
Acidic with panic
Bees in the attic
Acidic with panic

The lyrics are quite sad. They seem to be about coming to a place where you become dissatisfied but are still hopeful that things will change and grow. The music is a bit whimsical and surreal...enforcing the feeling of comfort with what you know to be not quite right.